Post by ladyspectral on Mar 13, 2018 22:07:25 GMT
The mottled ginger and she cat twitched her tail impatiently, the bird atop her scarred shoulders tweeting and chirping noisily. Honeyheart wasn't quite sure where she was, but she already knew she hated it. She had things to do, clans to terrorize. The rogue she cat had no time to sit around, and answer the incessant questions of twolegs. But, still. They somehow figured a way to communicate with her, and they had offered her plenty of food. Enough for at least a moon. How could she refuse?
"Honeyheart? Are you listening?"
The question brought her back to her senses, and she slowly shook her head. Flit silenced himself. "No, I was caught up in a thought. Care to repeat yourself?"
"What was your family like?"
The question took Honeyheart off guard. She was expecting something more like why did you kill Houndmaw, or why do you attack the clans. She hadn't thought of her family in a long time... "Well, my mother was a softhearted warrior of Ferncl-"
"Your real family, not the one you fabricated to tell the clan cats about. I told you to answer honestly."
"My mother was a rogue with a fixation on insects. My father was never around, but my brothers were Bee and Buzz. She named me Wasp. Buzz and Bee were always... dim, I suppose. They knocked me around plenty, it was almost like a game. To them, not me of course. Mother decided I could toughen up or adapt. I guess I did both." The scarred and scrawny she cat responded with an exasperated sigh. She didn't like speaking so candidly, but she needed the food after the long winter that drove the prey to their burrows.
"That must have been difficult. Where did you live?"
"In the monster yard of a two leg nest cluster. The two legs didn't seem to be related to each other, but all their nests were connected. There were a lot of two leg kits, kitty pets and dogs. And it was busy all the time, monsters coming and going. They were slower there, and none tried to attack you if you stayed out of their way. If you were slow some roared at you to move."
"What did you think when the clans passed through the old town?"
"I was furious, of course!" The rogue snapped, Flit stirring and flapping his wings weakly. "They pranced their way though my home, eating everything in sight and attacking any cat that tried to hunt anywhere near them. Not only that, but their ancestors started throwing curses around. They cursed any alliance I make, telling me to watch those around me and that they'll bring my downfall. I bet they only warned me to scare me." Her tail lashed behind her in a furious whirl.
"And is that why you kill the clan cats?"
There it was, the inevitable question that Honeyheart had anticipated from the start. "Of course it is. I'm going to make them regret their curse. By the time I'm done, Starclan will weep for their descendants. Nothing will be left if I can do anything about it."
"We should move from this topic... Why did you get your tooth claws?"
Honeyheart's ears remained flattered, still evidently furious at the mention of Starclan. "I'm a small she cat by herself. I need to feed myself, and any other two leg place cat would happily steal my prey from me. I need to defend myself."
"That makes sense, I suppose. Though, I'm sure you're a busy cat. I'll let you go now, you should expect the food I promised soon."
With that the agitated rogue leapt down from her perch, Flit fluttering upward into the sky.
"Honeyheart? Are you listening?"
The question brought her back to her senses, and she slowly shook her head. Flit silenced himself. "No, I was caught up in a thought. Care to repeat yourself?"
"What was your family like?"
The question took Honeyheart off guard. She was expecting something more like why did you kill Houndmaw, or why do you attack the clans. She hadn't thought of her family in a long time... "Well, my mother was a softhearted warrior of Ferncl-"
"Your real family, not the one you fabricated to tell the clan cats about. I told you to answer honestly."
"My mother was a rogue with a fixation on insects. My father was never around, but my brothers were Bee and Buzz. She named me Wasp. Buzz and Bee were always... dim, I suppose. They knocked me around plenty, it was almost like a game. To them, not me of course. Mother decided I could toughen up or adapt. I guess I did both." The scarred and scrawny she cat responded with an exasperated sigh. She didn't like speaking so candidly, but she needed the food after the long winter that drove the prey to their burrows.
"That must have been difficult. Where did you live?"
"In the monster yard of a two leg nest cluster. The two legs didn't seem to be related to each other, but all their nests were connected. There were a lot of two leg kits, kitty pets and dogs. And it was busy all the time, monsters coming and going. They were slower there, and none tried to attack you if you stayed out of their way. If you were slow some roared at you to move."
"What did you think when the clans passed through the old town?"
"I was furious, of course!" The rogue snapped, Flit stirring and flapping his wings weakly. "They pranced their way though my home, eating everything in sight and attacking any cat that tried to hunt anywhere near them. Not only that, but their ancestors started throwing curses around. They cursed any alliance I make, telling me to watch those around me and that they'll bring my downfall. I bet they only warned me to scare me." Her tail lashed behind her in a furious whirl.
"And is that why you kill the clan cats?"
There it was, the inevitable question that Honeyheart had anticipated from the start. "Of course it is. I'm going to make them regret their curse. By the time I'm done, Starclan will weep for their descendants. Nothing will be left if I can do anything about it."
"We should move from this topic... Why did you get your tooth claws?"
Honeyheart's ears remained flattered, still evidently furious at the mention of Starclan. "I'm a small she cat by herself. I need to feed myself, and any other two leg place cat would happily steal my prey from me. I need to defend myself."
"That makes sense, I suppose. Though, I'm sure you're a busy cat. I'll let you go now, you should expect the food I promised soon."
With that the agitated rogue leapt down from her perch, Flit fluttering upward into the sky.
